MTL - I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain - Chapter 538 degradation of life

Accompanied by all kinds of crisis and despair, was the arrival of mankind’s first significant superhero.

[Unique Ability: Curse of Fear – Causes extreme stress and fear to any living creature within a 50m radius.]…But why am I okay?

Reborn in 1992, he supported the college student wife Ben and Shuo to study in a row, but she was not allowed to* after ten years of marriage, and she was scolded for peeking when she was washing her hair!

“You’re my wife, what’s up with you washing your hair!?”

“Sneak peek?! You gave me that stealing word!”

“divorce!”

He Hongchang slammed the door into anger and slammed away, but he plunged into the mouth of the hurricane where pigs can take off, and became a trend-setter of the times!

- Description from novelbuddy

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.